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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.