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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 Popol Vuh 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.