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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
PIL,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Television,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.