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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.