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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
the Normal,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.