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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.