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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.