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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.