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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.