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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.