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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Standells,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.