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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.