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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.