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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.