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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
MDC,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.