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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.