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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.