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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.