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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.