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 Iceland and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.