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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.