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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.