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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.