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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 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 Adolescents 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.