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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.