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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.