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 East Timor and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.