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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.