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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Slave 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Technova,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.