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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Victims,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.