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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.