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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.