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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.