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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.