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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Mars,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.