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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.