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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.