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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.