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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.