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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.