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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Crime,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.