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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.