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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.