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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.