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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.