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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Chrome,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.