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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
the Association,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.