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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.