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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.