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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.