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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Sound,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.