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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.