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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.