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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.