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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.