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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.