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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.