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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.