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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.