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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.