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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.