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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Index,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.