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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.