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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.