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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.