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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Television,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.