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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Television,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.