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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.