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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.