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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.