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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.