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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Mars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.