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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.