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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Can,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.