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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.