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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.