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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.