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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.