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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.