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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.