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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.