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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
PIL,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.