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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.