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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.