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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.