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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.