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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.