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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.