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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.