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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.