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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.