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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.