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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.