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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.