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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
AZ,
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.