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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.