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 Poland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.