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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.