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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.