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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Crime,
New Order,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.