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 France and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.