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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
the Human League,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.