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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.