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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Names,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.