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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.