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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.