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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.