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 North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.