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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.