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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.