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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.