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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.