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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.