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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Standells to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
the Swans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.