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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Japan,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.