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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.