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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.