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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.