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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.