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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.