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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
UT,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.