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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.