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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.