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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.