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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.