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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.