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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.