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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.