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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.