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 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.