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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Chrome,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.