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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.