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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Barracudas 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.