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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.