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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.