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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.