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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.