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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.