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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.