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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.