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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.