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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.