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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Organ,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.