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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.