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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
ABC,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.