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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Swans,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.