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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gong,
Television,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.