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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.