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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.