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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.