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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.