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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.