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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.