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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.