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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.