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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.