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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.