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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.