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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.