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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.