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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.