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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.