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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.