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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.