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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
X-102,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.