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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.