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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.