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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.