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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.