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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.