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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.