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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.