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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.