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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.