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 Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.