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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
EPMD,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.