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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.