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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.