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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.