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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.