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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Visage,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.