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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.