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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.