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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.