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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.