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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.