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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.