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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.