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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.