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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.