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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Scion to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.