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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Crime,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.