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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.