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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.