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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.