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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.