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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Slave,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.