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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Television,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Standells,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.