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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.