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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.