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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.