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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.