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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.