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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.