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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.