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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Erasure,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.