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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Index,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.