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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.