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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.