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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.