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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.