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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Index,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.