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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.