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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.