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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.