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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.