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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Swans,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.