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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.