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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.