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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.