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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.