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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.