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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.