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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.