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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.