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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.