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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Roxette,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.