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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.