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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.