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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.