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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.