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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.