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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.