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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.