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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.