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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.