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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.