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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
MDC,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.