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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.