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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.