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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Wings,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.