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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.