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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.