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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.