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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.