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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.