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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.