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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.