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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.