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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Smog,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.