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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.