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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.