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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Q65,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.