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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.