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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Index,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.