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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.