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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.