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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.