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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.