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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.