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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Slave,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.