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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.