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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.