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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.