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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.