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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.