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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.