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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.