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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.