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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.