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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Gories to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.