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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Neu!,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Rekid,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Index,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.