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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.