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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.