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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Gong,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.