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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.