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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.