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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.