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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.