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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.