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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.