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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.