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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '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 Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.