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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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 Star Department,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.