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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.