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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Can,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.