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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Motions,
cv313,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.