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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Fall,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.