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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.