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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.