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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.