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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.