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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.