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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 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 Index to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.