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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Darondo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.