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 St Lucia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.