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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.