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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Hashim,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.