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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.