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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Ludus,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.