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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.