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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.