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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.