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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.