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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.