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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.