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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
X-102,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.