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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.