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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.