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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.