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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.