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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
MDC,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.