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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.