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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.