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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.