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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.