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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Brick to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Can,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.