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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.