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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.