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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.