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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Doors to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.