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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.