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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.