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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Scion,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.