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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.