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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.