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 China and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.