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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.