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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.