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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.