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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.