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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Monks,
New Order,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.