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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.