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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.