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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.