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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.