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 Korea South and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.