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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Wings to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Index,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.