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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Index,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.