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 United States and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Gong,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.