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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.