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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.