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 Chad and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.