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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.