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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.