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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.