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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.