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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.