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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.