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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.