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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Monks,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.