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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.