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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.