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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.