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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.