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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.