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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
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.