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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.