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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Little Man 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Smog,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.