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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.