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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.