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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.