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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.