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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.