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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.