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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.