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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.