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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Talk Talk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.