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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Can,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.