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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.