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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.