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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Index,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
UT,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.