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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.