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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Mars to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Wings,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.