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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.