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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.