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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.