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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.