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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.