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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.