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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.