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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.