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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.