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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.