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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.