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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.