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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.