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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.