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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.