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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.