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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
JFA,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.