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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.