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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.