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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.