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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.