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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Franke to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.