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 Guinea 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.