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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.