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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Japan,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.