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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.