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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.