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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Japan,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.