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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 D'Angelo 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.