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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Fear,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.