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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.