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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.