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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
X-101,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.