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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Scientists,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.