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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Franke,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.