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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Lalann,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Franke,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.