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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.