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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.