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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.