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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.