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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.