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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Motions,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.