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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.