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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.