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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.