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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.