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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Visage to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
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.