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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.