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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.