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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.