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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.