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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.