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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.