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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.