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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.