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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Hashim,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.