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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Index,
The Cure,
CMW,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
ABC,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.