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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.