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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.