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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.