Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Index,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.