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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.