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 Somalia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.