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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.