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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.