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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.