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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.