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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.