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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.