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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.