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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.