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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.