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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.