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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.