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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.