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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.