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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.