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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Nas,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
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.