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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.