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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
the Germs,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.