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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.