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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Index to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.