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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.