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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zeros to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.