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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.