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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Television,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.