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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Names,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.