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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.