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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.