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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.