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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.