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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Oblivians,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.