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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.