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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.