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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.