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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.