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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.