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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.