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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.