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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.