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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.