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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.