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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.