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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.