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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.