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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.