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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.