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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.