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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.