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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.