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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.