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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
DNA,
CMW,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Can,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.