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 Chad 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.