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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.