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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.