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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.