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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.