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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.