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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.