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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.