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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Index,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.