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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.