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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.