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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.