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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.