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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.