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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.