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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.