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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.