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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.