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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.