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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Visage 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Gories,
MDC,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.