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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.