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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.