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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.