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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.