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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.