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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.